Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I’m still laughing as I climb to my knees and give him my back. “Unsnap me.” This thing is complicated at best. I have a snap at the crotch because being able to go to the bathroom is a necessity, and there are snaps just like a bra in the back.
“Fucking hell, Court, how did you get into this thing on your own?”
“Skills. I could get out of it on my own too, but now that I have you.”
“I’ll take care of all the zippers. Especially the ones that bare you to me.”
Once everything is unfastened, I remove my arms and slide out of the rest of the bodysuit. “It’s your move, Kincaid.”
“Are you wet for me?” He strokes his cock, and seeing the veins in his arms pop with each stroke is a major turn-on.
“I’m ready.”
“Are you sure? Maybe you should check.”
“What?” I squeak.
“You heard me. Check. Slide your fingers inside your pussy and tell me if you’re ready for me.”
“I—I’ve never done that.”
“Good. Another first of yours that’s mine. Now, tell me, are you ready for me?” Instead of keeping my eyes on him, I watch as he strokes his cock while I slide my hand down my body and do just as he asks, easing one digit inside myself. I moan at the contact, and the feeling of wet, hot silk that coats my hand.
“I’m ready.”
“You sure? I can’t be slow tonight, Court. My girl told me she loves me back, and I need to be inside you. We have the rest of our lives to take it slow. Tonight, I need to fuck my girlfriend. My real girlfriend.”
“I’m ready,” I repeat with a breathy moan.
“Stand up.”
Removing my hand, I do as he says, and stand on the bed. He steps in close, takes my hand in his, and licks my fingers clean before placing his hands on the backs of my thighs. “Wrap those sexy legs around me and hold on, baby.”
He lifts me, and I do as he asks. With one hand on my ass, the other slides between us as he guides himself inside me. “Ready?” he asks, pressing his lips against mine.
“Always.”
The reply is barely out of my mouth as he thrusts, only to pull out and do it again. His movements grow faster, and I can feel my orgasm building. “Please,” I beg. I don’t really know what I’m begging for, but I trust him to give me what I need.
He grips my ass as he bounces me on his cock. The move is hot as hell, and I tremble as my body responds to the moment. The familiar burning in my core starts to heat. “I’m close.”
“Get there, baby. Come on my cock, Court. Do it for me, baby. Soak my cock.”
“Merrick!” I scream his name as my orgasm ignites.
“There you go,” he says, never stopping his thrusts. “Here it is, baby. I’m—fuck!” he roars as he spills inside me.
Wrapping both arms around his neck, I cling to him, to this feeling, and the fact that he’s mine. I didn’t have to walk away. He refused to let me.
“Was that real? Am I dreaming?”
He laughs. “That was real, baby. We’re real. Today, tomorrow, and forever. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Merrick carries me to the bathroom, and after a quick shower, we fall into bed, naked, wrapped in one another, exhausted, and happier than we could have ever imagined.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Merrick
It’s been three weeks since Chloe’s wedding, and life has been incredible. There hasn’t been a single night since then that Courtney hasn’t slept in my arms. Not one, and I’m fucking addicted. I want her here all the time. She’s been leaving more of her stuff here, and it’s time she brings it all. She’s renting her place, and she’s on a month-to-month contract, so there is nothing stopping her.
Asking her to live with me, to make this her permanent home is all I’ve been able to think about. It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon, and we’ve been cuddled up on the couch all day, watching movies, and eating junk food. There’s a chill in the air that came in with the storm, which is unusual for this time of year, so I made a pot of my mom’s chili. It was delicious, if I do say so myself. And there’s enough that we’re having it for lunch and for dinner.
“I love days like this,” Courtney says. She’s lying in front of me on the couch with a blanket pulled over us and is using my arm as a pillow as we watch TV. I’ve got my other arm around her, holding her close.
“Me too.” I don’t just love it. I crave it. I’m now a homebody choosing quiet nights and days in with her than any other option. We do hang out with our families. When Chloe and Rodney came back from their honeymoon, we all had dinner at their parents’ place while they told us all about it.